"Um?"

In Car No. 5, the white-haired old woman who had been sizing up the two mixed-race young men before shook her body out of her stiff state and regained her agility.

Then, she looked at the two empty seats not far away and muttered blankly:

"What... happened to me just now?"

"God, that's weird."

The old woman pinched the bridge of her nose with a distressed look on her face, "It feels very wrong."

She straightened up and looked around.

It was found that all the passengers in the carriage were still sitting normally and there was no abnormality at all.

But the old woman just felt like something was wrong.

Her heart moved, and she suddenly turned her head to look at the two empty seats again.

"I remember that there were people sitting there."

Buzz——

In the dark, she suddenly saw a translucent ripple coming over her.

"Well……"

The old woman's expression froze again, and a strange light flashed in her wide eyes, which gradually disappeared after a while.

She blinked and woke up.

This time, after looking at the two empty seats, the old woman felt no worries at all.

She just felt that she was a little hungry, so she lowered her head and opened the bag, took out a box of pumpkin pie and sipped it.

Just like that, six living people disappeared out of thin air in the three carriages.

In the end, no one noticed or cared.

Bang-dang, bang-dang--

Accompanied by the rumble of the train, the long train drove along the winding track into the dark night.

Inside Car No. 6.

"I didn't expect that old woman's spiritual vision to be so high. She needs to cast the spell repeatedly before she can be manipulated to perceive her."

Randolph murmured lowly, "It would be a pity if her talent was wasted like this."

While feeling emotional, he suddenly thought... there might be a lot of people with mystical talents in this world.

However, due to life circumstances, most people may not be able to discover and demonstrate their talents throughout their lives.

If we could gather all these people together and then conduct a large amount of rigorous and standardized training to train their occult knowledge and their ability to respond to various dangerous things.

Then, wouldn’t it be possible to mass-produce a large number of professional investigators?

The place that currently produces the most such talents in the world happens to be Randolph Carter's alma mater, Miskatonic University.

"So..." Randolph muttered in a low voice, "We can try to have some cooperation with the school."

Half an hour later, the top of the train.

Woo~~~

Accompanied by the distant buzzing from the direction of the locomotive, Randolph, standing in the strong wind, opened the black leather boxes one by one, exposing the contents hidden inside.

"Trinitrotoluene (TNT)."

He looked coldly at the six naked mixed-race youths lying on the top of the train like dead bodies in front of him, and said quietly, "One box weighs more than thirty pounds, and six boxes equals two hundred pounds. If it explodes, I don't know how many people will die."

.”

Just now, Randolph had used the psychic forbidden technique to forcibly pry out a lot of information from the consciousness of these people.

According to information, these people come from a heretical sect on the Mediterranean coast called "Baalishib".

Randolph had a vague impression of this religious order.

It is rumored that it was first founded by the ancient Philistines who disappeared mysteriously in the fifth century BC. The ancient god Baalzebub they worshiped was later incorporated into their own systems by Judaism and Catholicism, and became a name called

The great devil of 'Beelzebub'.

And these six Baal Sib believers came here this time and brought so many high explosives with them.

The purpose is to hold a large-scale sacrifice, using the souls, corpses and deaths of a large number of ordinary people as sacrifices, to summon the ancient god Baalzebub to come to the earth.

Moreover, these six young men are just small nodes in the entire process of summoning gods and offering sacrifices.

At this moment, there are as many as hundreds of Baal Sib believers all over the world, and they are launching sacrifices at the same time in trains, theaters, ships, taverns, markets, and other crowded places.

In other words, tens of thousands of people may have been killed alive and shattered to pieces at this moment.

This incident is so serious that the whole world will be in an uproar in the next few days, and newspapers from all over the world will cover the bombing case in series.

But Randolph Carter was no longer in the mood to think about this, he only felt angry.

"The damned bastard!"

Randolph yelled angrily, "How dare you act so wantonly!"

Then, he looked coldly at the six mixed-race youths who were still in a coma, and whispered a strange curse full of anger.

Wow~Wow~Wow~

Suddenly, the six people's bodies were ignited with gray flames out of thin air.

Under the severe burning pain, the six people also woke up and screamed in agony.

But their horrifying screams were also burned up by the strange wisps of flames.

What's even more amazing is that this kind of gray-white fire did not damage any external objects, but only burned the six of them.

So under Randolph's indifferent gaze, these six crazed Baalsheb believers were burned alive into wisps of scorching ashes.

And blown by the strong wind from the top of the train, it dissipated into nothingness in an instant, completely leaving no bones.

After doing these things, Randolph Carter's expression became gloomy again.

The question now... is to continue to pursue the Cthulhu cult? Or to prevent the next move of the Baal Sib cult?

After thinking for a few seconds, Randolph's expression became determined:

"Well, although these two are both pests, the Baal Sib Order is obviously more dangerous. No one knows what they will do next and how much harm they will cause, so..."

He stood on the roof of the car and looked at the bright moon, "So it's better to stop investigating the Cthulhu cult."

In addition, there is one more important thing.

That is to formally establish the organization and develop the organization.

This can no longer be delayed.

Randolph alone cannot 'take care' of the entire earth. He needs more helpers.

"I need to contact Miskatonic University first and have in-depth conversations with the school's senior officials."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Randolph crossed his hands on his chest and frowned, thinking, "We still need to consult with the leaders of all parties to get their support. If they don't support it, force them to support it."

.”

This plan of contacting high-level officials of various countries is somewhat risky, but it must be done.

Because human society is too vast, many things simply cannot be done without the help of the governments of all parties.

However, Randolph would not be too worried.

With three super instruments, a large number of strange "contained objects" and countless forbidden arts and secret powers at his side, he is not afraid of any threats of this era.

Firearms, ammunition, artillery bombs, or all kinds of poisons and poisons have no effect on him.

What's more, it is impossible for Randolph to come forward to contact those senior officials in person, as the risk of doing so is too great.

He could imagine how greedy those in high positions would be.

Therefore, this matter must be considered from a long-term perspective and carried out steadily without any carelessness.

Woo~~~~

With the loud train whistle, Randolph Carter once again returned to his seat in Car No. 6.

From this moment on, he unknowingly reached a real turning point in his life.

In the not-too-distant future, Randolph Carter will become the most powerful man on the planet.

At the same time, the civilization of the earth will also usher in an unimaginable turning point under his direct or indirect influence.

This turning point will even radiate to countless groups in the entire boundless sea of ​​stars in the third dimension, and even more dimensions.

The so-called turning point is a change that should not occur.

In the world of the Cthulhu Mythos, humans are always ants to the superior races and ancient gods and alien gods, and can never resist.

This is true no matter how many infinite dimensions and how many parallel universes there are.
To be continued...